pack saw their prey pulled down at last. They ran now to join the kill,
not men, but raging devils. Harrigan sprang to his feet, catching up a
marlinspike, and whirled it above his head.

"Back!" he shouted.

They shrank back, growling one to the other savagely, irresolute. There
came a moan at Harrigan's feet. He leaned over and lifted the bulk of
the captain's inert body. As if through a haze he saw the chief
engineer and the two mates running toward him and caught the glitter of
a revolver in the hands of the first officer. The Irishman's battered
lips stretched to a shapeless grin.

"Help me to the captain's cabin," he said. "He's afther bein' sick."




CHAPTER 8


And the four of them went aft carrying McTee's body. On the promenade
they passed Kate Malone. She shrank against the rail, her eyes blank
and her face white.

"He's dead!" she cried.

"He's just beginnin' to live," said Harrigan.

The captain was muttering faintly as they laid him on the bunk in his